Received: by ATHENA-PO-2.MIT.EDU (5.45/4.7) id AA19850; Thu, 18 Oct 90 11:45:13 EDT Received: from ucselx.sdsu.edu by ATHENA.MIT.EDU with SMTP id AA06737; Thu, 18 Oct 90 11:44:41 EDT Received: by ucselx.sdsu.edu; id AA06619 sendmail 5.61/SDSU-GW-1.5 Thu, 18 Oct 90 08:50:12 -0700 for fabbott@athena.mit.edu Date: Thu, 18 Oct 90 08:50:12 -0700 From: maxc0618@ucselx.sdsu.edu (Mitchell M. Evans) Message-Id: <9010181550.AA06619@ucselx.sdsu.edu> To: fabbott@ATHENA.MIT.EDU Subject: logfile2 *** IRC session log started at Mon Oct 8 21:26:42 1990. yes. Yes. > Smoke hangs heavy on the air in Targu's, as the regulars sit down for a nice > plate of their favorite roasted meat or trong ale. Several new face > are seen around the fire, waiting expectantly for the fun to begin. It's > GAUNTLET night at Targu's, and the crowd is more than ready for the > festivites to commence. A large (!) burly, hairy man steps up to the fire > and loudly proclaims "Got any VEEERGINS here?" > "OK THEN! Let's start the gauntlet! Who's to be the brave soul who starts?" > ***you folk can chime in anytime....;) Oh that's our que is it? > A shortish dwarve hops up onto a table "lemme be the first to 'ave it!" *** where are we sitting? At the bar? > ***all around the room...tell me where you wanna be, and you're there > The giant exclaims "Firsties are free! Here ya go little fella!" And with Brief roll calmsg I move to a table by the wall, taking a small glas +s of wine with me > that, he brings a large (!) gauntlet out from under a cover, and starts to > fill it with a vile liquid. The dwarf eagerly awaits the first free drink > of the evening. **Does the party know each other yet? (sorry to interupt) > The dwarf, nonplussed at the reference to his height, takes the proferred > gauntlet... > ***You don't yet, but you will by the end of the night. Have a look around f +olks > ***and don't be bashful! I'll also take a glass of wine and ask to sit with Cazadair. > WIth a savage glugging, the dwarf takes down the entire gauntlet...and a PLease join me. > liquid grin spreads across his face. Bratus, the hairball of a bartender, > chalks a "1" under the dwarf' name. > ***Caz & Almon are together at a ide table now What is the dwarf's name? thanks kind sir. (what does caz look like? > You can't see from here....lotsa smoke, but folks seem to be chanting > something... Bertender: A mead over hear! > A scullery wench ushers oer to Marralk. Please sir...have respect fer the Pardon me! Kind lady I mean. > gauntlet. I'll be getting yer mead, but don't call on the bartender when > all this's going on. > The wench scurries back with a flagon of mead for Marralk. Thanks fair maiden. > ***Intros handled by the owners of all characters...otherwise, I won't be > able to keep up ;) > You're welcome, Sir. That's a copper half eagle, please. > The giant in the middle of the room is holding up the empty gauntlet for He rips out the coins from a small bag. > all to see "AND WHO'S FER THE 20 SILVER PURSE TONIGHT?" > The wench curtsies to Marralk, and takes the coins proferred. A stout wizard in red and gold trim joins Caz and Ala at table "Good t +o see other stout folk. Been long time, A BEER!" to caz: So whats all this Gauntlet stuff? I am Almon. (dressed in a sim +ple robe and studded leather > The crowd roars! > A different serving girl, just reaching puberty, glides up to the table with > the gentlemen (you guys) and the lady to take your order. > The giant exclaims "Come ON! The last one standing at the end of the trial My wine is finished young lass, and I'll have another! > of the gauntlet get the purse. No takers? A ranger dressed in green As will I > begins to approach the giant. > She scurries off to fill the orders. Chn: Nickname S User@Host, Name -876: Cazadair H aschmidt@131.212.96.21 (aschmidt) -876: DM H maxc0618@ucselx.sdsu.edu (Mitchell M. Evans) -876: Geldior H juke@stekt.oulu.fi (Lucky Juke) -876: Almon H creeds@milton.u.washington.edu (Ronald Legere) -876: Tolvor H gt1725b@hydra.gatech.edu (MOONEY,VINCENT SCOTT) -876: Marralk H jsj@newt.phys.unsw.OZ.AU (T. Holoquet - Animist) *surveys (cases) the joint* -> *Marralk* ... not too good...only one exit. REally crowded though... -> *marralk* has possibilities *** Chn Users Name *** +merkelig 2 *** Prv 1 *** +disco 2 *** Prv 1 *** Prv 2 *** +less 1 *** +r{k{ 1 *** +Noran 1 *** Prv 2 *** +Amiga 2 *** +fnordCo 6 Is mpython a virgin or not?!? *** Prv 2 *** Prv 2 *** -876 6 *** +Boozeman 1 *** +pravin 1 *** 794 4 Meta-Flight: chatterers welcome *** +FIRETROLL 1 *** ++fnordCo 3 The How Many X Does it Take Channel *** +eh 7 wot? *** +Chess 2 in progress *** +nippon 6 *** +FadeAway 1 *** Prv 2 > The ranger, amid cheers, begins to drain the gauntlet. Just then, and old ma +n > ushers to crowd away from the central firepit, to place the next course of > mutton on the grill. Excuse Tolvor and Almon, while I get some fresh air. *** Signoff: Cazadair Quite all right Caz Chn: Nickname S User@Host, Name -876: DM H maxc0618@ucselx.sdsu.edu (Mitchell M. Evans) -876: Geldior H juke@stekt.oulu.fi (Lucky Juke) -876: Almon H creeds@milton.u.washington.edu (Ronald Legere) -876: Tolvor H gt1725b@hydra.gatech.edu (MOONEY,VINCENT SCOTT) -876: Marralk H jsj@newt.phys.unsw.OZ.AU (T. Holoquet - Animist) > The ranger finishes, and a mark is put by his name. > The crowd starts chanting...it's not too nice in here anymore, if you're the > type who doesn't like crowds.... *** Change: cazadair has joined this Channel (-876) msg Thats better *uhura.cc.rochester.edu* User ars3_cif not logged in > msg cazadair You think you saw some guards gathering outside the door... a pretty grey elf rejoins Almon and Tolvor > ***Shucks...I'll get the hang of this yet.... ;) The jigs up, we may want to make a desreet exit descreet Caz, dont mind bing called caz?, what brings you here? I move over to the slightly crowded table of tolvor I got tired of trees, *** Time on host betwixt.cs.caltech.edu is Monday October 8 1990 -- 21:44 PDT I guess we should get out of here then, Caz What's the big commotion going on in this place? With all due respect if this place is going to be busted we should > The guards enter...and join the contest... find a better place for our introductions Like outside. Almon and Tolvor go out the front. Marralk want to exit via the back door with me? O.K. Tolvor starts discretly moveing towards the front > There is no back door. Sound good. I start going out the back > Only one entrance/exit that you folks know of. Lets not cluster Almon want to go first? Any obstrucions to prevent my casual exit out the front? > Bezelda come carrying the wine you ordered... I will go first. Tolvor make sure the guards don't jump Almon > she looks about confusedly. How much for the drinks? > THe guards are much too interested in their own drinking to bother anyone. Like how? No weaps here. Oh yeah > 3 copper half eagles. Non hostile guards? > They came in a while ago and started joining the contest... Oops, Sorry folks, I'll pay for this round It looks like some sort of contest you guys. What's it about? What kind of bar has only one exit anyway? I'll look aroud outside.Any trouble? Go for it Marralk > ***You determine that the guantlet is a drinking game where the last one > ***stadning wins a purse of 20 silver (about a month's wages) If not, I'll return to the table and drink my wine. > Almon: no trouble that you can see. It's getting a bit late in the evening. > Caz: one exit that you know about. I have no desire to loose my sneses, but I'll gladly watch my new aq +uaintences *** Time on host betwixt.cs.caltech.edu is Monday October 8 1990 -- 21:50 PDT Come on men let's enjoy this game. Take a seat. Or maybe I'll go look around for a backdoor just in case > You retreat to a neutral corner and watch the fun... To caz: Whats all this worrying? Everything seems fine outside. See, nothing to worry about. -> *cazadair* You get a funny feeling....a bit like static electricity. Large groups of people make me skitish, sorry msg DM, Find another exit descreetly > One of the guards chugs his gauntlet, belches contentedly, and falls face > first onto the floor. *roar* -> *cazadair* You did it too ;) > Several other guards seems to be showing expressions of impending unconscious +- > ness. -> *cazadair* No exits...but you found a small man peering from the Back -> ##*cazadair* room. When you checked, he was gone. msg , Unless someone else has complaints, I can now accept more than + one line of text. > The dwarf, who you now know is called Luxor, seems to be holding hiw own. > ***WHEW! Can I type more than 1 line now???? ;) What is up with Marralk? -> *geldior* You begin to feel a strange presence. DM: I'll glance about. Anything else of interest?(besides the drinking? Nothing, just looking. > Another guard drops. They don't make them like they used to. There's only o +ne left standing... I always do a lion imitation as I look around. :) *Geldior* Hm? What's it? I Have start looking around. Are human guards always such unstable people, or are these guys chug +ging the brew? > A bright light ignites in the middle of the room, blinding everyone for a few > moments. a glare a caz. "Humans don't run up trees when there is trouble" *** Signoff: Marralk Smiles sips wine. Swears in elvish at bright light I llok around for any unussal movements, out of ordinary speech... > There is a shriek, quickly cut off, as the spots clear from everyone's > ision. *** Change: Marralk has joined this Channel (-876) *** Mode change minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au -876 +s msg Marralk, welcome back, Thought we lost you. > Targu screams "WHERE'S BEZELDA??" *** Signoff: Marralk What do we see where the light was? *** Change: Marralk has joined this Channel (-876) > The light appeared in midair... *** Mode change Coombs.anu.oz.au -876 +s Damn link! Maiden in trouble gentlemen,.... Where? > The last guard is lying face down...he was on his feet when the lightappeared +.... Uh oh. By training, i'd say that was a spellcaster loosing a few. *** Signoff: Geldior Ah.. Lsse see whats this is all about then. Get up and check a back room. > Targu starts lifting cushions on all of the chairs around the room...."BEZELD +A?!?!?!" *** Change: Geldior has joined this Channel (-876) *** Mode change nic.funet.fi -876 +s DM: If spell, do I know it fro char sheet? -> *tolvor* from your training, you recognise it...but you don't have it. DM: How do I send secret? -> *Geldior* You see someone dart into the kitchen from the corner of your eye -> *tolvor* "/msg DM ........" msg Tolvor, "msg name, a message" > One of the guards starts to regain consciousness.... *Tolvor* What was the spell non-prof spellcraft -> *tolvor* non-standard...but you recognise the school as illusion. Anyone missing besides Bezelda that I can tell? Thanks > And begins to crawl toward his comrade on the floor closest to him. Silly elf usually comes into irc raw. silly elf gets confused > People are starting to clear the bar...running for the only exit. And gettin +g trampled...pushed...etc Is this the same guard who was on his feet when the light appeared? > Yes. I keep out of the comotion. Hmmf, Knew we should have left when the getting was good. *** Time on host betwixt.cs.caltech.edu is Monday October 8 1990 -- 22:06 PDT Can I get another glass of wine, and some water for the guards.. An elf in gray clothes stands up and shouts "Someone ran into the kit +chen! Catch him!" and starts going there. > The guard turns oer hi comrade...and sees the stain spreading across his ches +t... > ***MY keyboard needs to be cleaned... ;) I run after the fugitive Follow Geldior I follow them as well. As do I follow Tolver. > A commotion begins in the kitchen....many pans flying out, hampering your ent +rance... *Tolvor* If possible, without hiting innocents, rlease slepp > As the group rushes into the kitchen, and hush falls upon the scene... If run through the pans, ignoring them > [gimme a second folks] What is happening men? > [hold everything] Trouble in River City? > Tolvor and cazadair remain standing...the last thing you hear is Tolvor's cha +nting... > the rest of you fall asleep... I said if innocents are clear! kick marralk, do we have any weapons? I start sharking people on flor > Tolvor steps into the kitchen, and drags out the assailant... shake almon > Innocents were clear...spellcasting during melee is CONFUSING > the characters start to regain consciousness > ...and so does the assailant... good 'nuff. Tie hostile. With rope. Before he awakes *** Signoff: Marralk > ***Net flameout... ;) restrain hostile. crash and burn? > As he realizes what you are trying to do, he begins to struggle, mainly to br +ing a ring on his hand to his mouth... Stop HIM!!!!! uh uh. Keep ring away. Punch him in mouth. > People around the bar start to wake up... Knock him out.. even better, puch him in solar plexus, very hard Remove ring I'll hold his arm > Tolvor whacks the assassin in the mouth. His head tilts back, and he goes ba +ck to sleep for a while. > Cazadair releases the strangle hold on the assassin to get a better grip. NIcely done Tolvor > A flurry of activity starts at the entrance...but you don't notice... thanks Elf. What is he? I'll wake up fighter types. Spec Alamon > A BIG hand reaches down and grabs Tolvor's collar. Targu's breath flotas int +o the room...and it's not too sweet. "THANKS!", and he lets go. I'll rest one foot on hostiles throst in case of struggle *** Change: Marralk has joined this Channel (-876) > Everyone is awake. There is a platoon of guards rushing into the kitchen fro +m the front room. Some one tie up assasin? *** Mode change Coombs.anu.oz.au -876 +s Uh, no prob. I did. With rope. > Targu says "Hey, free food, bed, if you wan 'em" After I knocked him out. -> *Almon* You feel a DARK presence I'll hold onto the ring for later examination *Almon* I'll look around . Oh shit. I think I'd better explain... Almon and Geldior want to check the guards? -> *cazadair* As you take it off, you notice that it's trapped...seems like a n +eedle mechanism of some sort...You aoid it. Are any guards coming to their senses? > Guards and all folks are up but groggy. I think they are dying.. Never mind *Almon* detect evil > Almon shrieks and grabs his head! *Tolvor* another spell?? Oh Glithoniel! Cities are insane... -> *almon* the pain clears. EVIL is at hand! I go and help Almon. > Almon recoers a bit... Insane yes, dull no. There is Evil about! What's up? -> *cazadair* You look back at your prisoner...he's purple... What is it? Explain please. What hit you?\ Check to see if he swallowed his tongue? > Guards start pushing you back from the assailant, and asking questions of the + people in the room. Nobody can tell him what happened. Does anybody know the assaillant? *Almon* where is the evil? I have 15 rounds right? Tell the guards the prisoner is the key to the comotion. Tolvor?.... -> *almon* the assailant, you thought at first, but it seems to be going throug +h him down into the gorund beneath him. > Nobody recognizes the assassin. SOme one move the assailant from that spot! NOW! > Cazadair jumps and pulls the assassin away... Drag the assailent Looks around, yes? *Almon* anything there? > And you see a small worm working its way between the flagstones of the floor. +.. Someone kill the worm Guards... > The guards seem to be terrified of the little worm...it's almost gone... I sense Evil under there folks! I survey the place carefully. -> *almon* It's the WORM...incredible evil! What do you suggest Almon? Its the worm! Grab a guards weapon and stab the little critter > The worm explodes in a little black explosion. Stupid elf, dumb elf... > Nobody is hurt...scarecely more than a pop... > The guards flee. Whew Run. a bottle would have been better elf. You think they know something I don't? I run > A face starts to coalesce in front of Caz... Definitely run > I take it that eeryone is running? run fast, very fast , follow guards yep. Taking assasin thou. Soemone watch the face? OK i will run too. I help Tolvor. Strategic retreat. > Tolor and Marralk, working together, are only slowed slightly...all run for t +he exit....everyne else is LONG gone... Watch from a distance Someone watch our rear. I dont suggest that, might be vision death magic *** Signoff: Geldior > Behind you, you hear "SASSINAK!" in a voice that almost sounds like an explos +ion. This sounds like mega magic Good point. Is our assassin friend dead > Very dead. Starting to rot. Any idea what the worm was? Drop the man. Possibility of storing him in lead in a LG chapel? -> *Almon* the evil retreats to the southeast > He seems to be rotting as you watch... *Marralk* i dump the body and examine myself. Poke him with stolen guards weapon.. any more worms? The evil seems to have moved of to the southeast -> *Marralk* you seem to be unharmed. Do we have our own weapons? > The assassin opens his eyes and looks at Caz...."Thank you " he says. His fl +esh starts to melt off his bones. *Rips out a concealed dagger* > You all have your weapons. > He closes his eyes and expires. Uhmmm, anytime....raises eyebrow *** Change: Geldior has joined this Channel (-876) *** Mode change nic.funet.fi -876 +s *** Time on host betwixt.cs.caltech.edu is Monday October 8 1990 -- 22:30 PDT > ***Is this a logical stopping place for tonight, or do you folks want to go o +n? Damn. Any cleric nereby can cast Speak with Dead? What was so important about the girl that was kidnapped/killed? DM: My lab closes in 30 mins *** good time for me to stop. > A strange howl splits the night...seems to be from the SE I don't have a clue as to all the happenins around here. > ***I will post the recap file to all players... > ***Do you folks want me to edit out the private messages or leave them in? DM: Leave them in Leave in mine.. doesn't matter > OK...that'll be a wrap for tonight then...lemme turn off the logfile *** IRC session log ended at Mon Oct 8 22:37:41 1990.